As I'm walking on,
the homeless man approaches,
his twisted toothless smile
only serves to sadden me.
...
Hold me,
Tell me the world's allright,
Tell me there's no horrors,
no reason to be strong.
...
Down by the meadow,
there's a tree, good and pure.
And it's leaves are the most fantastic green
you'll ever see.
...
The Olive Trees are dying. (not the title, but the first line of poem.)
They used to stand so proudly,
they could make Ares feel at ease,
...